It had been a week since Alexander had seen Aaron.

He had been hoping that Aaron would come out at some point so he could apologize properly but it looked like that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

H was going to have to take manners into his own hands.

Hamilton started with the first thing he could think of.

He was the type to take things at face value, but he knew Burr was the type to look for the meaning of the thing, of its history, its story.

So when he sent a bunch of purple Hyacinths, which mean that one is sorry and would like forgiveness, he didn't think much of it.

But the next morning when he went out to his porch, there were burned, shriveled flowers.

He sighed picking them up and disposing of them.

"Well that didn't work. What can I- wait I know! I can send chocolate, everyone loves chocolate."

He wishes he could say he was surprised the box of (very expensive) assorted chocolates was a charred melted mess on his porch, but this was not the case as he poked the box with a stick.

"What did it do to you Burr?"

He was running out of ideas, so he did the only thing he could think of and wrote a letter apologizing saying Burr was fine the was he is he should come with them.

Surprisingly, there was no letter on his porch the next day.

There still wasn't any Burr though either.

This was getting to Hamilton more than he thought it would if the rut in the floor was any indication.

"WHAT AM I DOING WRONG WORLD?! I mean I've sent flowers, apology letters, and CHOCOLATE I mean who doesn't like…"

As he said these words he remembered something from years ago on mothers day.

Flowers. Chocolate. Cutsie little notes.

Most everyone these day associated those with being feminine. Well crap.

"GOD IM AN IDIOT!"

Hamilton still didn't know what to do but he was panicked and figured that since he screwed up by sending Burr 'girly' things, he could maybe make it right with manly stuff.

When Burr checked his porch the next morning there's a big pile of alcohol, cologne, knives, and camping gear all topped off with a note that said nothing on it but "I'M SORRY I WAS AN IDIOT!"

Two days later Alexander found a box of quills and ink outside of his house.

Still not Burr actually being there but it was something. And Burr certainly put thought into the gift, he knew Alexander couldn't shut up with his mouth or pen.

Don't you know women are supposed to be silent?

That was it, Alexander knew what to do.

Aaron woke up to the sound pounding on his door.

When he got up and opened it he wasn't pleased.

"What do you want?"

Alexander honestly looked so awkward and nervous but Burr couldn't bring himself to care.

"I just wanted to say thank you for the ink and quills and well-"

He took something out from behind his back. Was that- a megaphone? What was he-

"Because everyones voice should be heard."

Oh. OH!

Alexander turned to leave but was stopped by a "Wait!"

"Yes?"

"I- thank you. It means a lot. Can I buy you a drink?"

"Y-yeah, that'd be nice."